I’m waiting for Aranea. She said she’d be here with treats. Juicy ones that taste like a mix between beef and venison–even though I think they’re mostly tofu. Organic tofu. That’s Aranea for ya.
Is that her? Ugh, it’s just her sister. The one that clearly hasn’t learned in school how to pet me. One finger on my back? I don’t know what to do with that. Remedial lessons don’t even begin to cover what she needs. I still lick her, though. I don’t discriminate. (Michael S.)